by Teased, Tied
Lola couldn’t believe a man was feeling up her mother and all she could do was push her butt back onto him. It was a shameful spectacle, but she couldn’t take her eyes off of them. His fingers began to knead her breasts, seeing them searching out her nipples as they hardened. Why are they becoming erect? His fingers found them, pinching them, her mother clenching her lips together as he squeezed them too hard. He wasn’t searching her; he was feeling her up, his hands molesting her breasts for long minutes before he pulled away.
“Good girl, Collette. You are being very cooperative.” His cock was hard and throbbing. He turned her to the table, one hand on her back as he pushed her down. “Bend over the table, Collette.” He took one step back so he could admire her ass as she bent over and it began to thrust out behind her. The table was purposely low, her body lower than her waist, her ass thrust up high, her short skirt riding up to reveal the bottom of her panties. “Put your head on the table and turn to face your daughters.” He wanted them to see the humiliation as she allowed him to search her intimately.
Cherry saw her mother’s eyes tear up as she bent over the table submissively, her skirt riding up high, her panties revealed. The other soldiers moved so they had a good view of her.
His hand ran down the slope of her back until he got to the swell of her buttocks. He leaned over her and whispered to her. “Spread your legs, Collette.” He knew he wouldn’t have to tell her twice. She moved her legs in opposite directions. “Wider,” he encouraged her. He heard her sob quietly in shame. His hand slid over her buttocks, feeling her muscles contracting as he touched her. “Push back and raise your ass up a little higher for me, Collette,” he whispered to her. Her ass raised up obediently, her skirt riding higher, half of her ass exposed. “Yes, that’s good, Collette.”
She could see the way her daughters were looking at her as she shamelessly did as he ordered. They didn’t hear his words, only seeing her spread her legs and then push her ass up into the air as if she were offering up herself to him. She felt his hand slide down over her cheeks until it touched her ass cheeks; her panties pulled so tight that part of her cheeks were bared. Not only to his hands but also to all of their eyes. She saw the other guards looking at her, their pants bulging with their erections. They were young boys, about the same age as Cherry, but they were aroused by her exposure.
His hands pulled up her skirt until it lay on her back. She had a nice ass, her panties pulled so tight that he could make out the sharp divide of her crack, and with the wide spread of her legs, her pussy peeked out in relief beneath the crotch of her tightly pulled panties. “Hold still,” but her body shook as if it was struck by lightning when his hand slid down over one of her full, rounded buttocks, clenching her flesh under his giant hand. He released it, feeling the muscles quivering beneath it. He drew his hand between her legs, starting with her inner thighs until his hand cupped her pussy, one finger sliding between her pussy lips. He squeezed her like a ripe melon, Collette gasping loudly as she stood up on her toes to try to escape his rude fondling hand.
He left her naked except for her panties, his hand creeping between her legs, the shock racing through her loins as his finger slid through her lips. She was shamed when her pussy was flooded unexpectedly from his fingers. How can I grow aroused by being touched intimately by a stranger and in front of my daughters? She couldn’t keep her hips from rocking from side to side as the finger moved back and forth between her lips, pushing her panties deep into her slit.
He finally released her pussy, but his fingers slid her panties into the sharp divide of her buttocks, feeling her body tremble as it passed over her anus. He bent down over her. “You can stand up, Collette. I’m finished with you.” He helped her stand up, her skirt falling back down. Her face was flushed. “You are very obedient, Collette,” he whispered into her ear. “Sit down.”
“Your turn,” he commanded, pointing to the older girl in the skirt. “Bring your purse and passport over to the desk.” He walked over and sat down to wait for her.
Cherry’s eyes pleaded with her mother, but there was nothing that she could do. Cherry only hoped that he was just teaching her mother a lesson and after making her stand in front of him, he would let her sit back down. Her legs could barely move as she walked over to him. She handed him the passport and her purse, glad that she didn’t have any tampons in her purse. Or anything that was illegal. She stepped back behind the line as he stared at her. He looked at her passport.
“Cherry, what a wonderful name. Stand up straight, Cherry. Don’t be ashamed of your body.” He dumped her purse out on the desk and inspected the contents, but he kept looking up at her, seeing her arch her back each time he stared at her, as if she were trying to please him. She had nice tits, like her mother, but he was sure that he would find them firmer than her mother’s tits.
Her legs felt like they wanted to give out, swaying back and forth as she grew dizzy. Her body was so rigid, afraid of offending him in the slightest way. She even stuck her breasts out, hoping he would be happy in just ogling them with his eyes and not his hands. Her eyes filled with tears when he said it.
“Stand in front of your mother and sister.” He watched the sway of her ass as she walked in front of him, finally standing still. “Stick your arms straight up in the air. As if you were on an American movie and the bad men were holding you up.” Of course, he was the bad man in this movie. “Higher, stretch out tall. Young girls have such nice bodies when the muscles are taut,” he whispered into her ear.
She was shivering in fear when he stepped up behind her, feeling his body so close without touching. Cherry stretched out her body as he had ordered her, shamed at the way it made her breasts rise up high on her chest. Every muscle in her body was pulled tight. She was expecting his hands on her hips, but instead, they moved to the tops of her arms, touching her wrists. They slowly began to caress her arms, sending goose bumps in her body as they moved lower. Cherry clenched her hands into fists when they moved away from her arms and touched her underarms and then slid around the front. “Aaaahh,” unable to quench her sounds when his hands found her breasts. They were so big and powerful, her nipples swelling up instantly from their touch.
Collette could only suffer as she watched her daughter being felt up by the captain, her body standing submissively as he clenched onto her breasts. He squeezed them and she moaned, his finger finding her nipples easily as they pushed out like hard rocks. He not only grabbed them, but she could also see his fingers turn white as they squeezed the twin nipples so harshly. Cherry moaned a second time, this one louder. Fingers plucked and pulled on her nipples as the captain pushed up against her ass. He whispered into her ear, not surprised to see Cherry push back until her ass met his erection. She moaned again.
Lola was mesmerized by what she was watching. She couldn’t believe what the captain did to her mother and now her sister. She knew her turn would be soon, but she felt the excitement as much as the fear. She could already feel his hand squeezing her breasts until they ached in excitement.
His cock was so big and hard, Cherry forced to push up against it as his hands and fingers sent forbidden pleasure through her body as they molested her breasts. She didn’t know why she was so excited. Was it because her mother and sister were watching me? Or was it that I couldn’t stop him from doing whatever he wanted to my body, surrendering to the feeling he induced in me? She never had an older man do such things to her, powerless to stop him. Her nipples felt like they would explode as his fingers crushed them. He finally stopped, stepping away from her. She knew what was next.
“Bend over the table, like your mother did, Cherry.”
It sounded so salacious and forbidden when he said it. He wanted her bent over the table so he could feel between her legs. She knew she couldn’t deny him. She bent over the table, putting her head on the cold wood, just like her mother did, tears in her eyes as she was forced to see them watching her submit. She didn’t need to be told, spreading her legs,
wider and wider, not sure how far. She finally stopped, arching her ass up into the air until it waved obscenely.
He bent over the table and whispered into Cherry’s ear. “I like a girl that knows how to submit to a man. I bet your pussy is wet, waiting for my hand.” He pulled up her skirt until it was on her back. Her legs were spread wide, almost to the edges of the table. Her buttocks were almost completely bare. He pulled up on her tightly drawn panties until they slid in her crack, leaving her completely exposed. She sobbed louder when his fingers reached behind her, finding her pussy pouch peeking out from between her spread legs. He pinched her lips together and found his fingers flooded with her juices. He pinched her lips tight as his fingers ran up and down, pulling them as she cried softly. He slapped one of her ass cheeks, seeing the skin turn pink. She jerked and cried out but kept the position.
She never felt so helpless or abused as she did now, even though she voluntarily got into the position she was in. She saw the soldiers looking at her, boys her own age that wished they were the captain and it was their fingers that were pawing at her pussy. She couldn’t stop her pussy from flooding her panties, shamed that he knew of her arousal, hoping her mother didn’t. His large hand went between her legs, pulling her up by her pussy until she had to stand on her toes. She could feel one of his fingers touch the bare skin of her mound, her panties doing little to protect her. It felt like he was goosing her, her body jerking up and down each time he clenched her pussy. It was as though she was a trained animal. Her buttock still stung from the slap. It hurt, but it was the arousal she felt that scared her. How could his spanking excite me like that? What did an older man know that boys my age didn’t?
He fingered her slit for long minutes, jerking her up and down on her toes as if she were his puppet. He was almost finished with her, just one last thing to remind her of her place. He pulled her panties from her crack and pussy, exposing her for all to see. He ran his finger up her wet slit as she cried out loudly in shame. He didn’t stop at her pussy, his finger passing over her perineum and running up her sweat-drenched crack until he felt her quivering anal muscles when he touched her ass hole.
She saw the soldiers’ eyes open wide when her pussy was revealed by the captain. She felt his demanding fingers caress her inner lips, struggling as it neared her clit. She was relieved when it moved back down, but it didn’t stop until she felt the thick finger touching her in such a forbidden place. She could almost feel the blood pounding in his finger as it sat shamefully on her anus. She cried in humiliation.
Collette struggled not to help Cherry when her panties were pulled aside and her pink pussy was revealed for all to see. It was especially shameful to her, the boys the same age as her. The captain caressed her pussy then did the unthinkable and ran his finger over her daughter’s tiny, virgin anus. Cherry was sobbing when he finally pushed her panties back in place and pulled her skirt down.
He gave her another spanking on her ass. “Sit with your mother.” He pointed at Lola, seeing the fear in her eyes. “Your turn.”
He went back to the desk, rearranging his cock when no one was looking. The youngest one put her passport on the desk along with her purse. She went behind the line and stood there, slouching like a kid would do. “Stand at attention. Hands at your side, back rigid, legs straight and together!”
She snapped to attention as if she was in the army. He scared her, his voice demanding. Every muscle in her body was drawn tight as she stood there, his eyes staring at her with such intensity. What did I do to draw his anger?
“Better. Now, don’t move a muscle.” He put his head back down and examined her passport. Eighteen. She had a nice body, full breasts, nice ass and long legs. All of them had nice bodies, ripe for the picking. He dumped out her purse, nothing incriminating in it. He nodded to the guards, seeing them move closer to her mother and sister, wanting to makes sure they didn’t interfere. He looked up at her. “You come to our country dressed like a little girl, but you have the body of a woman. Why didn’t you dress in a nice skirt like your mother and sister?”
She was surprised by his tone. What was wrong with my shorts? All the girls wore them back home. She didn’t know what to say; afraid her answer would offend him, not saying anything just as bad. “I’m sorry.”
“It makes me wonder whether you are trying to smuggle something into my country. Drug dealers use young girls like you for mules. Are you hiding drugs on you, Lola?”
“No, I promise you, I’m not a smuggler.” She grew more nervous.
“We’ll see. Take off your top.”
“WWWhattt?” She was shocked at what he said.
Collette was ready to say something, afraid of what the Captain was going to do to her younger daughter. She was so young and innocent. Just what they did to the both of them was bad enough, never mind making her take her clothes off in front of the soldiers. She looked up and saw the muzzle of a machine gun pointed at the side of her head, another soldier pointing one at Cherry.
“Don’t move a muscles, the trigger is sensitive. I wouldn’t want your daughter to be covered with bits of your brain.” He grinned evilly as he saw her eyes opened in terror.
The captain was pleased with the way his men handled the other women. They were just as anxious to see the young girl strip for them. “I said take off your top. I will not repeat myself again. Next time my four soldiers will hold you down and strip you naked.”
She saw the guns pointed at her mother and sister and knew there was no one to help her. She would have to do what he said. She pulled the pullover off, throwing it on the table. The captain picked it up and folded it neatly as if he was not going to give it back to her. She stood in her bra as the Captain stared at her breasts.
“The bra now, Lola. Let me see that you are not hiding anything in it.” He got up and walked over to her.
She reached back, his eyes staring as she arched her back, unsnapping the bra. She held it over her breasts, but the captain stared at her, daring her to defy him once again. She didn’t want to be stripped naked by the four soldiers. That would be even worse. She pulled the bra off, throwing it on the table, her hands folded across her breasts.
“I can’t see with your hands there. Lace your fingers behind your head like your mother did.” He watched as she uncovered her breasts, baring them for his gaze, her nipples already hard. She arched her back and stuck them out as if she were flaunting them.
She looked down as his hand came up and cupped one of her breasts. She started to move, but her body froze in fear when he stared into her eyes. She watched as if it were happening to someone else as his hand slid over her naked breast in a slow, tantalizing caress that made her heart beat faster and the wetness flood her panties. “AAAHHH,” she cried out sharply when his fingers slid around her areola, tiny goose bumps appearing on it as her nipple swelled to painful erection as if it were trying to reach his fingers. She felt his fingers slowly grasp her big, brown nipple and slowly pinch it lightly. He stared into her face as his fingers pinched harder until she clenched her teeth together. It felt like he was using pliers to grip her nipple. It hurt but felt good at the same time. His other hand slid up and cupped her other breast, seeking out the swollen nipple and pinching it.
He began to pull on her nipples, tugging them away from her chest as the dark brown nipples turned into hard points. He twisted and turned them until his fingers knurled the dark nipples. She didn’t move or try to pull away, taking the punishing of his fingers. He released them, the nipples hard and red.
She cringed when his head leaned down, feeling the touch of wet, hot lips encircle her nipple. “NNNNOOO,” she cried out, but she pushed her breast deeper into his mouth as his tongue rolled over her trapped nipples, his teeth biting into the areola to keep it from escaping. No one had ever sucked her nipples, Lola feeling a strange tingling in her chest. His other hand pinched her other nipple, keeping it erect as his hot mouth worked her nipple over. He pulled his mouth from one breast, the
spit cooling from the air. She felt the familiar sucking on her other nipple as she shut her eyes while everyone watched. She thought he would never stop. He pulled away, Lola looking down to see her nipples so big and red.
He stepped back from her. “The shorts, Lola. Take them off.”
She began to sob as her fingers fumbled with the shorts, finally opening them up. She pulled down the zipper of the jean shorts until her blue panties were revealed. She had to wiggle her hips salaciously to get them down over her hips, the jeans molded to her ass. She pushed them down her legs, bending over to take them off, shamed as her breasts dangled beneath her like giant udders on a cow. She stood back up, her panties her only protection. She knew what she had to do, slowly running her panties down her legs, kicking them off without being told. She hoped he would be pleased.
She was starting to learn her place. He looked at her bush, tiny blonde hairs barely visible, nothing to hide the puffy lips of her pussy. He walked around her, gazing at her firm ass and long legs. Her legs were together, but he would soon gaze upon all she had to offer. He moved next to her. He whispered into her ears. “Spread your legs.” She began to shuffle her feet apart. “Wider,” he whispered to her. He looked into her eyes, Lola biting her lip as she trembled in fear. His hand slid down over her belly and through the fine hairs of her bush.